Ye Luo, who has always been heartless, was rarely depressed, hid in the room, and didn't even eat dinner.

The failure of the day's submissions hit him hard. Over the years, he hasn't failed, but every time he gets up and keeps going.

But this time, he suddenly felt so tired......

"It's old! I don't have the hard work of young people!" Ye Luo smiled self-deprecatingly.

A voice sounded softly in the room: "Although I can't calculate your lifespan with my ability, I can still see that your state is great, if nothing else, it's no problem to live until the sea is dry, right?"

"Yes, yes, good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years...... I'm proud to say that I'm the worst. Ye Luo put away his lonely expression and put on a lazy look.

"Since you have no problem living until the sea is dry and rotten, why do you say that you are old?"

"Old, test also. Seventy years old. I've lived so long, I've been ten or seventy years old, and what's wrong with saying, 'I'm old,' did I provoke you?"

"The rules in "Shuo Wen Jie Zi" only apply to ordinary humans!" The voice suddenly increased in volume: "I don't know what you experienced before you met me, so I don't have the right to talk nonsense. But I know that the adjective 'old' is only qualified to be used by those who are about to do it. You are not old in body, but you are old in heart!"

"......" Ye Luo didn't say a word and closed his eyes.

"Keep your eyes open and see the world!" the voice roared, "Are you really old...... Or are you really going to do it?"

"You're just about to do it, labor and management can fight for another 10,000 years!" After retorting stiffly, Ye Luo was silent.

After getting the system and completely getting rid of the identity of an ordinary human, he stepped into a different world.

In other words, he stepped into the most real world, which belongs to the strong.

For more than 1,000 years, he has seen all kinds of spirits, ghosts, and even Hades and gods.

For these old monsters of the immortal species, Ye Luo, who is a human, is too young.

However, Ye Luo's cynical attitude towards the world, the kind of eyes that see through the heat and coldness of the world, is clearly like a respectable wise man and an old man, and he is also an old man who is no longer sharp, has no ambition, and has no room for progress.

is obviously a peerless powerhouse whose life is so long that it can't be calculated by numbers, and he obviously has a youthful appearance, but why does he have such a dying old mentality?

It's not that people are old, but that their hearts are tired.

Actually, it's not that many years, right?

More than 1,000 years is a long and terrifying time for human beings, but for a powerhouse of their level, it is the level of a few great sleeps.

yes, why do you feel old, why do you feel tired?

Because they have lived for more than 1,000 years!

Before, that's how he thought.

But this idea is wrong and does not conform to his actual situation.

Will a six-year-old ant and a six-year-old be the same concept?

Flies can live for a few months at most, and those who are born for a few months have not yet been weaned!

I see, I see!

Although he has escaped from the identity of a human being and is free in the world, he is still bound by human concepts.

It's been 1000 years, old and tired, he thinks like this, that's because he still thinks he's a human being subconsciously.

He thinks so, it's because he still hasn't been able to let go of that unforgettable time, and is tightly bound by the so-called "years of being a human being".

He will not forget that experience, and he cannot forget it.

That experience should have been the waves that propelled him forward and pushed him to grow, but it should never have been a whirlpool that bound him to the same place.

He will not say goodbye to the past.

He just should welcome a new self and a new future.

Ye Luo suddenly laughed, laughing wantonly and flamboyantly.

"Hahahaha! Thank you, Red!"

The voice seemed a little angry: "Xiaohong, your sister, Xiaohong! After so long, you haven't gotten rid of your bad habit of naming people indiscriminately?" Let me tell you, you will be beaten like this!"

"It doesn't matter, it's not that I haven't been beaten up, it's not that they suffered more losses that time? Anyway, few people can beat me, few can catch up with me, and there are more people than me who can beat and catch me, uh...... None of them can kill me (╯_╰)."

…… You've been in the groove more than once!

Throughout the ages, sluts have been the most unbeaten.

If a slut has always carried out the belief of being cheap, is very cheap, and has lived for a long, long time, and has lived until now, then this can only mean one thing, that is, this person is both cheap and strong, super capable of fighting, even if he is so cheap that getting along with someone for three minutes will make people want to beat him to death, he can also live nourishingly.

The first appearance in this chapter, so far only the lines have never shown their faces, and the person in front of him, Ye Luo, the hero of this book, is this kind of slut.

After making enough trouble, Ye Luo took out a guitar from the clutter in the corner, plucked it a few times, tried the sound, and gently sang a song "Viva La Vida" (Long Live Life), which he liked very much in his previous life.

Ye Chuchen and his two younger sisters were gathering in the living room and didn't know what to discuss, when they suddenly heard a melodious singing voice from Ye Luo's room. The sisters looked at each other, and were stunned to find that this singing voice was even better than their cheap mother Murphy, and Ye Luo's hoarse voice carried a little vicissitudes:

“I used to rule the world

Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the morning I sleep alone

Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

Listen as the crowd would sing:

“Now the old king is dead

Long live the king “

One minute I held the key

Next the walls were closed on me

And I discovered that my castles stand

Upon pillars of salt' pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once you know there was never'

Never an honest word

That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate

Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh who would ever wanna be king

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

Hear Jerusalem bells a ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

I was the king of this world

The waves of the sea rise only because of My will

Now, I fall asleep alone in the morning

Sweep the road that once belonged to me

I have rolled the dice to decide the life and death of that person

Insight into the fear hidden in the eyes of mortal enemies

Listen to the crowd chanting:

"The first king is gone, long live my king!"

Once upon a time, I was in power

In an instant, he was in prison

Finally discovered my great ambitions

It's just an ethereal castle in the sky

I heard the loud bells of Jerusalem

The choir of the Roman cavalry was chanting

As my mirror, my sword and shield

My preachers have traveled far and wide

I can't put into words what their mission is

Never since you left

There has never been a hint of truth

That's the years I ruled the world

It's the wicked and wild wind

Knock down the heavy door that blocked my entry

The window lattices were shattered, and the drums were noisy

No one knew what would happen to me

Revolutionaries are waiting

In a silver platter was my skull

I'm just a puppet whose life hangs by a thread

Alas, if you knew this, why should you be king?

I heard the loud bells of Jerusalem

The choir of the Roman cavalry was chanting

As my mirror, my sword and shield

My preachers have traveled far and wide

I can't put into words what their mission is

I knew that St. Peter would not recognize me again

There has never been a hint of truth

But that's the time I ruled the world. ”